Wish
Author's notes : This has been a story I have been wanting to write for a while a love story in a sense. This is my fist one that I have wrote in a one shot and unlike my fanfics something original. Yes it has yiff but more for the story then just...
Business Casual
_Business Casual_ A fox was fond of bonds and stocks, and ties as tight as cuffs, but in his talks was hard as rocks-- he blew straight through their bluffs, He met with Richard's co. & Cox, ignored their huffs and puffs-- his business...
More Than Me
I am a rat, when I am not human I am more truth when I imagine My words become my passion My sentences, a writ of fashion To read the works of artists Their stories ignite my soul I moan and pant, my paws won't resist My wintery nights are never...
Submitting to a friend
We went home from the gardens and met vivian walking sinatra. they talked while i gave sinatra all of the pets. we told her about our dinner and she thanked us before heading for home herself. "you are right, sinatra is big and fluffy."
The New Goliath - Chapter Four
sinatra skipped at the ending of _like someone in love_ as the front door swung proudly open seconds after the old wolf cleared himself to a safe distance.
Sic Itur Ad Astra
. ********** the radio station he liked to listen to had played that sinatra song, "come fly with me," on september 11th, probably by accident.
Ashes to Ashes CH1
It was busy with activity when suddenly a song started playing through the room speakers : it was_fly me to the moon_ by frank sinatra and it was max's dead man script last instruction...
Dream On
\*the following events occur between the times of 8:26 a.m. and 9:48 of the next day\* "there is somethin' 'bout your smile" sang the frank sinatra wannabe on the radio.
The Forest, Book 3; The Radio
At the unveiling that day, the two decided to play something all of the creatures would enjoy upon initial hearing; frank sinatra, until later stations could be found and played according to the schedule.
The Neighborhood Sex Club: Chapter 8: Georgia Stewart
Minutes later, georgia was traveling down the road with sinatra playing through the radio. her trip for the day will include a breakfast break and then two small shops for her deliveries.
ZZz...
Better to think in a peculiar way as it saves time, priceless as it still is, it saves life with less to say decisions never ending let each, by their own hand, give worth to the time their spending priceless = time = freedom to be "that's life", sinatra
Guilty of this Love
"frank sinatra?" came her reply. "very funny, leona, maybe i should just go." he said "do i get another chance?" she replied. "depends" he smirked. "depends on what?" was her reply, "on what sort of bad girl you've been."
Blue Moon
A/n: the song referenced throughout the story is "blue moon" sung by frank sinatra. i hope this is a fitting return to writing and as always... ~happy reading
The Rooftop Equestrian Garden
The faint sinatra-esque music playing in the background is almost drowned out by the clopping of hooves against the brick paths winding throughout the huge garden.
Don't Mouth Off (Commission for xalex14)
The air conditioning blasted him with a cool, refreshing wind, ruffling his gray fur with he laid back in bed, his earbuds caressing his eardrums with the sweet croons of sinatra himself.